common sense

2003-03-14 - 6:48 p.m.

last night i fell asleep around 11:30. i woke up today around 11 am, got out of bed, took a dump, started to write down my dream (a jack white one, woo!) when i fell asleep again. i managed to throw my pen and journal off the bed and slip off my glasses before rolling back over and burying my face into my pillow. i woke up around 1 pm, looked at the clock, then decided to sleep some more. around 2:30 pm i actually got out of bed and stayed out. for breakfast i ate some dove dark chocolates and white chocolate raspberry ice cream. then i sat on the couch and watched bits of movies for a few hours. i saw the last half of 'everything you've always wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask,' the woody allen flick. holy god, it was hilarious. i was crying laughing out loud at the part when the giant tit went on the attack across the countryside. of course i now want to own this movie, and i wondered about how he got away with making that film in the early 70s, and especially how he got so many big name stars to act in it. it's just fucking hilarious. then i wondered how we get so many watery crap films today, when great films like that one were being made three decades ago. funny, that.

last night i watched 'sense and sensibility.' i'd seen it once many years ago, but i decided just to try it again, to see if i liked it. i was stunned at how much the three sisters in the film were akin to my sisters and me. the oldest reminded me so much of laura, being the proper one and the spokeswoman for the family. the youngest was very moo, climbing up trees, running off and doing her own thing, saying what she wants to say regardless of the company or the consequences. and of course mary anne is me, being overly romantic, following her passions to the delight and chagrin of those around her.

for some weird reason, though, thinking about the allan rickman character, colonel brandon, made me really really sad today. i don't know if it's because allan rickman played the role of unrequited love so well that it breaks my heart just watching him, or if it's guilt i feel since i associate with mary anne so much. i feel a lump in my heart when i see colonel brandon's face after mary anne continuously rejects him. funny, to feel guilt over watching a movie. i suspect it's all of the above that moves me so.

and i was going to write some more, since i haven't updated in forever (though for the record i have updated at least twice and the computer ate them both, hungry little demon) but natalie just called me and wants to hang out. and since i'm so refreshed from my relaxing day, i think that i just might take her up on her offer.